Ryan dropped the food package on the counter and turned back to Emily. She squealed when he suddenly lifted her up and made her sit on the kitchen island. She didn’t miss how he winced though.
Stubborn jerk… He’s hurt yet he still has the stamina to carry her. He gave her a little smile and kissed her cheek. “Sit here and wait for me… I’ll be done in a jiffy,” He winked at her.
She almost had the urge to poke his bruised lips and see if the naughty smirk would be wiped off from his face when he felt pain.
But he’d already turned away from her. She watched him open a cupboard and bring out a pair of gloves. “Ryan…,” She called out softly and he turned to look at her, still wearing the gloves.
“Why are you wearing gloves?”
“I need to protect my hands from that white, sticky stuff… What if some of it splashes on me?” His face scrunched up in disgust and she almost laughed. The white, sticky stuff he is obviously talking about is the porridge.
She could clearly understand that he’s also got OCD like her but hers isn’t as serious as his.
“Ryan… I only use gloves when I want to cook. You don’t have to use it because you want to put a dish in the microwave. You just have to open the lid of the plate and drop the meal in the microwave. It’s that simple,” She sounded like she was trying to hold in her laughter.
“No. I can’t take any chances,” She burst into laughter but he simply ignored her. While Emily was so engrossed watching him move around the kitchen, she didn’t notice that his wounds were starting to heal. She didn’t notice that some of the bruised skin was slowly appearing like his normal fresh skin.
It only took him about five to ten minutes to get her the hot porridge. She dug in hungrily and he watched her. “Ryan… Why is this porridge a bit bland? I’d just lost my virginity… It’s not like I’m preggers,” she stylishly evaded using the word ‘pregnant’.
Ryan looked amused. He stretched his hands and asked her slowly, “How many more trials will it take to knock you up?” Emily almost choked… No, she literally choked. She coughed so badly that he had to pour out a cup of water for her hurriedly.
She glared at him as she drained the cup. How could he talk about getting her pregnant so casually? Jerk! “Isn’t that one of the various symptoms of pregnancy?” He still teased her.
She raised her fork and pointed it at him. “I’ll pluck out your teeth if you say any more of that nonsense,” This made him go silent for a while until she was almost halfway.
“Ryan,” She suddenly called his name again.
“Hmm.”
“Aren’t you hungry? Have some,” She stretched a spoonful of porridge at him and his face scrunched up in disgust once again. Heaven knows how much he hates porridge. He wouldn’t have even touched the damn thing if it wasn’t for Emily.
“No… I don’t like porridge,” He pushed the spoon away gently and she shrugged.
“What do you want to eat then? You can’t go to bed on an empty stomach.”
“Yes… I wouldn’t have enough stamina to…,” Emily’s loud cough cut off his shameless words. She glared at him with her raised fork.
“What are you going to have for dinner?” She asked him again. “Order something… Pizza… Anything.”
He nodded and brought out his phone. He tapped on it for a while till he finally placed an order.
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A few minutes later, the doorbell made a ding sound. Emily was in the kitchen, washing the dish like she’d insisted so Ryan went to the door.
He collected the delivery and closed the door. He walked to the kitchen with the package and began to bring out the meals he’d ordered.
Emily just turned her face around for a minute when her eyes caught sight of a plate of… chicken!? She hurriedly dried off the dish and rushed to him.
Snatching the takeaway plate from him, she mumbled happily, “How did you know I like chicken?” He shrugged, “Well… You complained that the porridge tasted bland so I wanted to get you a proper meal…”
His words were cut off by a fast kiss. She’d… She’d actually kissed. So fast that he or possibly she didn’t feel it. Perhaps she didn’t even realize what she’d done.
Cause she’s already begun to strip off the packaging of the takeaway. He watched her with a smile as she munched on the chicken’s lap happily.
“Let’s go… You… Have… To… Eat… Too,” she struggled to complete her sentence with her mouthful of chicken. He followed her to the table and watched her devour the second meal faster than him.
He’d ordered some macaron… Can’t remember the name. They finally finished, cleaning up the mess and she insisted on washing the dishes again.
When she finished, he led her to his bedroom. She scrutinized the interior design with a clear, surprising look at his taste in colours. He probably likes grey and black since everything in the room is in that colour.
How would it be to have a shade of purple here instead? She almost gasped at what she’d just thought of… What is she thinking… Painting this place in purple when it isn’t even hers.
“Do you want to…,” Ryan’s question snapped her out of her thoughts and she turned to him only to realize that he’d started undressing.
She’d have turned away but the dark spots that appeared on his naked skin intrigued her. Who the hell did he get into a fight with? Some of the marks even looked like paw scratches.
“Do I want to…?,” She asked, moving closer to trail her fingers on the dark spots as if trying to comfort him.
“Do you want to accompany me to the shower?”
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